Fiction 4 Years :: WIN guestlist + bar tab!

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We all know and love fiction.

It seems like just the other day Killer Robot graced our Friday nights and suddenly every Friday you found yourself wandering around the dancefloor in some kind of jagermeister/ tequila induced haze!

But it hasn’t only been that night that made Fiction great. The club has become the benchmark for new and emerging musicians, talents and genres over the past four years, never selling itself to the ‘higher power‘ of commercialism , Fiction has stayed strong and in so doing has become the go-to venue for what’s fresh in the Cape Town/ South African scene.

fiction 4 Fiction 4 Years :: WIN guestlist + bar tab!

And it is because of this, and the many, many, many countless nights that myself and so many of you have spent on the Fiction dancefloor with hands in the air whilst your body becomes jelly because of the bass, that we are proud to offer you some guestlist and a massive R200 bar tab for this Saturday’s Birthday Bash!

check out the facebook event [click here]

PRIZES:

  • 2 x  2 person Guestlist for you and a friend
  • PLUS: a R200 bar tab for the 2 winners!

HOW TO WIN

  • Tell us [by writing a comment on this post] about a night in fiction; what happened, when, where, what…. we want crazy people!

WINNERS ANNOUNCED FRIDAY

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  • Embee

    One night at Fiction.
    2 Cigarettes stolen by a magician.
    3 Beatbox battles with a rapper
    4 Tequila shots from Haezer
    4 great Fiction years
    5 great friends
    6 Black labels
    7 hours of BASS!
    8 somethings of somethings
    9 more of the above-mentioned
    10 of more inspirationless number things that are impossible to remember
    200 Rand bartab?
    500 AA Meetings
    1000 Amazing memories

  • jono

    went to fiction. walked in sober. might have hooked up with 2 girls. stumbled out. and went back the next night!

  • Joost

    Went to Fiction a year ago, got completely fucked. Banged a slapper, woke up with no phone, no wallet, no dignity and a slapper in my bed. But the night was one of the best!

  • finch

    Had some my best nights i Cape Town at Fiction. Problem is most of them are a massive blur. I do remember bopping away to sweat x and having one of the best birthdays there ever. Happy Birthday Fiction!

  • http://www.mycitybynight.co.za Craig

    Fiction Tuesday: Untamed Youth, check! Fiction Thursday: It came from the Jungle, check! Fiction Friday: Killer Robot, check! Fiction Saturday: Crazy, gypsy, carnie, wierd, amazing people all wanting to get fucked up! Every single night, Fiction caters for a different crowd, a different style of music, a different kind a crazyness! I have spent a good couple of (thousand)hours inside fiction, drinking, partying, puking, smoking, fucking and what ever else us kids do these days, so thanks fiction for an amazing 4 years of madness… you rock!!!

  • http://www.dontparty.co.za Jane

    Met my boyfriend at fiction two years ago. Best Place ever!!!!!!! Thnx fiction!

  • http://streetgraphix.blogspot.com grey

    from falling up the stairs to squeezing past the crowds to the bathrooms, from the bartender that everyone knows, to the music you don’t get anywhere else, to the balcony for long street spotting, well you couldn’t make it up, not even at the fiction bar…

  • Zala

    Radical nights are part of Fiction history, Never forget rocking out there on the night of the draw it was madness on the street and madness in Fiction. I love that place

  • http://www.dontparty.co.za F#uK

    Keep em coming guys – We have till Friday!

  • lilly

    I met my Boyfriend of 3 years in Fiction on a Saturday night!

    fiction = love

  • stacey-bee

    Fiction is literally a 5 minute walk from my house. So if I had to repeat all the CRAZY nights that i’ve had there I could start my own blog..

    big ups fiction..
    even if I dont win the prize!

  • Dutchesse

    When sweat x launched their EP and the goddess used to be painted on the wall I:
    booty popped all night on the speaker stage
    got my buddy alvhin too as well and he proceeded to be the first male I know of to kiss the fiction goddess and feel her up cause he was at her level now-haha.
    Then I proceeded to drink all the free alcohol spoek and Markus brought with them and spray champagne all over them sweaty and now sticky booty poppin girls in the front (I imagine a few of them must have hated me and called me at least a bitch throughout this)
    then we proceeded to drink all of the bar tab
    get harassed by thunda.com
    pile into markus’s car with about 8 other people headed for someones house
    we got to designated destination and started drinking a case of cobras
    then about 5 of us started chugging them – now these are the king size cans…the 2 men dropped out first, so it was me and two lady friends…one dropped out…then I dropped out because of laughter and bam one said lady friend drank the whole thing and one
    we proceeded to have drunken banter at this house… There was a fuzzy couch I’m pretty sure
    then at some point in the evening I realized I was the only one who had smokes left…so one said beer chugging lady friend and I were sneaking smoke missions on the ground behind cars outside…haha
    eventually all this banter came to an end, we all piled into markus’s car and somewhere in there I gave a piggy back rude and then Markus drove all over to get everyone homeward bound…
    that’s fiction night number one…

    Now for one more recently…
    So this evening started out with two good friends, a box of smokes, and probably about R120 between the 2 of us. It was 7pm.
    Neughbourhood.
    Birthday party.
    Drink specials.
    We ordered with a friend over the phone fir the drink specials, by the time we arrived the ice was melted which brings the illusion that they’re not that strong…haha. So, 2 mojitos, 2 beers, and a glass of red later we decide to hit carnival court for veer specials with some friends, that’s cool, now I’m gettin tired of suttin around, eventually we head to zula for a bit aiming for fiction next (it’s still early) so my friend and I get separated. She’s smaller than me and already wasted. She licked a friends face and bit an ear…bit of a mike Tyson when drunk…haha. So she’s still at carnival court chatting it out with our friend whom she bit and licked.
    I go with the others to zula for drink special number three-quarts!!! Buy my first quart and come back from the bathroom to get this call from my friend Grant (one of the fiction managers). You’re friend didi is outside and she says you have her bag. I’m obviously a lil alarmed cause I DONT have her bag…I proceed to call the friend she was with earlier and he says he left her outside fiction and she was fine, he’s now cycling home…so I put down my quart (sigh) and run the distance between zula and fiction up long street to meet my friend at the door crying with grant by her side.
    First off, where is your bag?
    You have it!
    Run across to carnival court.
    Thankfully someone gave it to the bar men and everything is there-shock.
    Run back to crying friend outside fiction.
    Grant explain.
    Apparently she was adamant on going into fiction to find me and grant had to shout no at her-my friend can be a bit pushy when drunk-thankfully grant calmed her down and he has my number. He waited with her to apologize and explain everything to me.
    I get her to smile by offering her a smoke and getting grant to buy her a shot as well as me.
    We proceed inside.
    Shot number one taken care of.
    I scrounge up my last bit of coins and get us each a drink and her second tequila.
    As I turn around a friend pops up and knocks the shot out off my hand. I explain that you don’t know what I’ve been through and you are GOING to buy another tequila for my friend.
    Sorted.
    We get our dance on and proceed to scoreba few drinks from willing men.
    It’s around 2am. We both have work tomorrow. She’s trashed. I’m on my way. It’s decided-home time.
    We leave happy as always.
    Driving along…
    Over dewaal bridge (I carefully look for road blocks and such before you can make that last left just after the kfc-nothing visual).
    Proceed through the stop sign.
    Half way to on ramp.
    Bam!
    Cop cars come from every direction, even towards me from in front.
    Blue lights and sirens everywhere.
    Loudspeaker-turn off your car and exit the vehicle. I proceed to do so.
    The cops are searching my vehicle-even empty crisp packets-for anything they can find.
    Then they start asking the usual: have you been drinking tonight? Where’s your drivers license?
    Meanwhile said friend is in the car still a d she keeps asking the officers ‘where’s my friend?’ ‘can you stop shining that torch in my face please-I can’t see’
    so I proceed to tell the officers I had a few drinks in the early evening, this is amongst my laughter which I tend to do when I’m in shock because I can’t believe that they came from nowhere at all directions, and that I don’t have my license as I haven’t replaced it from when my wallet was stolen yet (I told them it was the previous weekend but it wad more like a month), but you can obviously see my friend is drunk and she needs to get home….
    right about then is when said friend jumps out of the car and starts running towards town with her shoes and bag in her hand screaming ‘where is my friend????’ I scream back at her ‘i’m here come get back in the car’ the officers start screaming her name and shouting come get in the car…they’re all laughing at this stage. I’m still pissing myself thinking who can bail us out of jail cause I can’t tell my father I’ve been arrested for drunk driving without a license…thankfully they asked me where I was headed and proceeded to tell me to get her home safe and get an affidavit for my license.
    So I do. and we laugh the whole way home avoiding any other road block areas. And the whole time I thought she was putting on an act-not so-she really was wasted and thought I was missing….

    And those are just a few of my stories…
    Fiction is my home…I always count on it to take care of me and serve me some wild eventful evening and it always does.

  • Skeg

    arrived by taxi to Fiction’s entrance, because drinking is driving is BAD! After walking in and taking those stairs with a bit of a swagga… bar… tequilla, malibu & coke. From then on my night seemed to merge into a colour palette without boundaries. The music, the people, the vibe made it a synasthesiastic splendor of craziness…

    When I walked out… I took a taxi home..
    thanks Fiction for promoting safe driving! :P

  • http://www.diegol.za.net Goldie

    It was a cold windy night as always .. my skirt was getting blown from side to side as I tried to fight the elements on the way down long street… I managed to make it past a couple of blocks I found myself freezing and I had come to a stand still and there just in front of me out of nowhere there was fiction… I had heard of it in passing folk tales fiction was nothing to be taken lightly many people always told me not to mess with that fiction stuff they gave encouraging words about non fiction and the impact it could have on reality.. but the steps were so inviting and seemed to be shaded from the howling street so I took a step closer to the beginning of fiction, the steps were calling to me there were sights and sounds that I had never even dreamed of.
    They all beckoned to me to start the assent upwards into the fiction.
    My legs still trembling from the icy cold walk I started to climb the steps one by one as I got closer to the top it seemed to be getting warmer and the uneasy feelings started to slip away. Upon reaching the top of the stairs there were sounds coming from just with in sounds that I had never heard before my leg started to twitch but not in a bad way it was twitching in a strange unknown kind of way it was almost as if my legs had started to dance before I had decided to, and there was just no stopping them I danced my way through the crowds of strange mingling people towards a place filled with exotic liquids for drinking I turned to a man that was standing by the liquids and said so what liquids would u recommend he turned and looked my way say that I had cash and quickly headed in my direction.. from that moment on it was a blur…. I awoke the next morning cuddled up in my own bed head not to sore and happy … and have turned to fiction from that night on to see me through many a cold night.

  • Mat

    I was banging this girl in the bathroom while there was a massive queue outside..I was taking a bit longer than usual (pissed) and someone called the bouncer to come see what was going on..bashing down the door he dragged me out with my pants still down and through me down the stairs and basically kicked me out into the street for all to see…still wanting to party and having unfinished business to attend to I quickly went home to my place in Kloof..changed my clothing, put on a cap and a hoody and went back..Fiction was buzzing hard and the bouncer didnt even notice it was me! I went back inside, had a huge jol with my mates and ended up at my “bathroom buddys” flat to finish the deed!…Crazy night! But one i’ll never forget…Happy Happy Fiction!

  • Tehillah

    Too many nights, too many tequila’s (tks to my name pronounciation mostly), and too many great times to recall. Tuesday’s, Thursdays & the occassional Saterday are my favourite nights at Fiction..
    Most recently after a long day at rafiki’s, headed to Fiction for my birthday. As i had a tab, left my keys behind bar (took a cab home) only to remember when I woke up. The problem without having my keys was needing to leave at 1pm on a road trip down the Garden Route, so it took some heavy missioning (with a hangover from hell) to find some special people to help me get my keys from Fiction way before they opened again.. And it was all worth it.